Lyla probably should have picked up on the fact that he was playing her like a fiddle. He was laying it on kind of thick, but it just wasn't in her nature to suspect ulterior motives, even if she really should.
She did blush slightly as he continued to compliment her and there was nothing in her that really wanted to resist when she felt his lips on hers. Her earlier resolution was completely forgotten as she returned that soft pressure of lips, her arms slipping around his neck as she started quickly to lose herself in the kiss.
So much for resolving to just be friends with Matt. Apparently that wasn't as easy as she thought it might be just a few short moments ago.